They watched Stella Sterling with guarded, vigilant eyes, afraid she would deal with them just as she had dealt with Fat Snake's crew.
Although their two groups combined numbered thirty to forty men, at this moment, none of them could guarantee that their numerical advantage was enough to take down this woman.
After all, Fat Snake's crew had more than twenty men, yet weren't they easily dispatched by this woman?
In fact, she was so fast that Fat Snake's crew didn't even have time to react. Some of them probably died under her blade without even knowing what had happened.
Her speed was so uncanny, it was as if she wasn't even human.
Faced with such a monstrous existence, they had absolutely no confidence that they could defeat her.
When an opponent's speed reaches a certain level, their numerical advantage ceases to be an advantage at all.
What's more, even if they could somehow take her down in the end, they were certain their own forces would suffer devastating losses.
